I immediately pictured cookies--love the post though

repub takes a bite, ask him "got milk?" I can hear the mumbling.

and they were uber good... so biscuits are looking like a good solution....

But reason and common sense are looking good as well.

She asked the same question. I said, "some folks, like our friend Connie, never wanted to marry anyone; many women want to marry a man; many men want to marry a woman; some men want to marry a man; some women want to marry a woman. She got it.

I had a great aunt that had a "lady friend". Those two women had lived together since the 1930s, shared trips all over the US and Europe, and worked together as professionals (the great aunt was a college professor and her friend was a doctor). My father and his uncle never said anything about it - it was just who those ladies were.

All of us kids in the next generation never questioned the relationship between the two women. They were not very demonstrative but neither were the heterosexual couple of their generation we knew. We all loved them dearly and the "lady friend" was treated just like another aunt.

It wasn't until last fall that anyone in the family brought up the "L" word - one of my nieces who never met the two but who was brought up with stories about them asked my Mom, "Weren't Aunt XXX and her friend lesbians?" Mom kind of danced around it then admitted they were.

Knowing those women didn't scar any of the children who knew them. In fact, I think having Aunt XXX in his life taught my father that educated women are strong and can live lives of their own without having to rely on a man. My generation of mostly girls in our family grew up knowing that women can be well educated professionals, something not taken for granted in the 50s and 60s.

Any one of us could have had the conversation in the Facebook post - with about as much impact as it had on that child. "Can I have a biscuit?"

My first encounter with explaining it to my son when he was 8 was pretty similar. He asked why one of my closest friends kissed her girlfriend. "Because Auntie and Marie love each other." "You mean like you and Daddy?" "Yep." "Well, that sucks."

Okay, that made me stop in my tracks. "Why does it suck that they love each other?" My fear as a parent was that somehow, this sweet, innocent, compassionate little boy was already somehow becoming homophobic. But...his answer: "Because I'm in love with her, too."

BWAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

We were actually reminiscing about her the other day and I reminded him of that moment, "Well, yeah, Mom. She was hot, I was 8, I asked her to marry me. It sucked. Then, 10 years later, I had a crush on another friend of yours and the same damned thing happened. It was like a conspiracy."

And, yes, ALL of my friends are hot...in their own, magnificent way.

Edit, 'cause I can't punctuate, today.

It's hate that's the hard part.

The most difficult explaining moment I ever had was when I was reading my kids a superhero comic and one of them asked, "Mommy, what's a sadist?" How do you tell a six year old that some people enjoy making other people suffer?

n/t

The same thing happens when they ask about sex and you tell them. They think about it for a moment and then move on to the next thing.

I don't recall my age but it definitely in the single digits. My family had been introduced to two men who lived together. Not long after my mom thought it appropriate to me sit down to have "the talk". When I asked what "gay" was after hearing the word but not a proper definition from a childhood friend, she gave me the full explanation. I put two and two together and asked about "John and Bill". Very matter-of-factly I was told that they are. I just kind of recall shrugging my shoulders and moving on with life.

So many years later. After watching numerous married couples we knew head to divorce court, John and Bill are still together. They were guests at our raucous Sunday dinners for as long as I could remember. It only stopped when my parents retired to mid-coat Maine and the two remained in Massachusetts. They could make it official if they wanted, but after being together as long as they have they don't really see any point. I call them a few times a year.

When my father passed away back in 2005 and the services were held, I couldn't help but notice that a group of men that my father had long known and associated with were nowhere to be seen. These were friends whom he had known well prior to getting married and that was in 1963! I personally had called each one giving them the news. One of them was actually a blood relative, a cousin. But each was a no-show. John and Bill were there. They were there when my mother had passed some 12 years previous.
I guess in certain situations, you will truly find out who your true friends are.